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I sunk to the seat next to him, tiring from standing and watching. He read letter after letter. Confessions of him watching me from afar, tiny truths that he’d never really left me. He’d been there the whole time, waiting and watching. The notes from my dad became more and more poorly written. The last one I received was almost indecipherable.
“Callie, this mghtyyy be the lst one tht I wryyyte but I luv u- myyy grl, I myyyss yyyou. Pleeese gyyyve him a secnd chnce.”
Wes stared at the note, then sifted back through the others. While he wasn’t touching any of the letters he’d sent, he was laser focused on the loose notes that my dad had jotted his thoughts on. So much so, he suddenly jumped up and ran toward the bedroom door, freeing it of the dresser. I followed him, his big robe weighing me down as I watched him pull out a pen and click on the lamp over his desk.
He smoothed out the notes from my father, circling different words in each one.
“What is it?” I asked, trying to see what he was seeing.
He wrote the letter y three times, then circled it. Then he found another word, and another, while sifting through the notes.
“Son of a bitch!” Wes finally declared, straightening his spine.
“What?”
Wes spun around, his eyes searching my face frantically.
“I think he’s trying to tell us something.”
My brows dipped. “Tell us what?”
Wes stormed back into his room, grabbing a pair of jeans and tugging them on.
“There’s only one way to find out. If you want to come, you need dark clothes, and you can’t be afraid to get dirt on them.”
Puzzled, I walked into my side of the closet and began looking through my stuff.
“Why?”
Wes turned me until I was facing him, then he kissed me. His tongue pried my lips open, tasting me as he deepened the kiss. Within seconds we were panting, then he released me.
“Because we’re digging up a grave.”
TWENTY-TWO
WES
What the fuckwas Simon thinking?
The question ran on repeat through my mind as we drove one of the trucks from the club to the edge of town. It had no traceable plates, so it was perfect for what we were planning. Inside, wearing skull gaiter masks, along with black ball caps, were Killian, Giles, Rune, Callie, and myself. Callie was on my lap in the back next to Killian because I still didn’t want any of the fuckers from the club around her, and the other two were up front. The guys didn’t even blink when I told them we had something to do, and no one questioned why Callie was with us.
In general, women didn’t go on runs, or get to know about our business. I had no idea why it was such a big rule, but after being in the club all these years, I knew Red was still clued into the secrets, and so were the other old ladies—they just never talked about it. Callie was the most essential piece of this fucked-up puzzle and it was time we started using that to our advantage, instead of leaving her in the dark. Besides, she’d just run and do her own thing if we did.
My heart was still recovering from when Silas sent me that photo of her sitting there in a café bordering rival territory. The girl was going to be the death of me, which was why I decided it was time to start including her in this shit. She deserved to know, and I deserved a break from stressing out over her safety.
Once we pulled up to the cemetery, we all quietly exited the truck. Callie found my hand in the dark, while Giles, Rune and Killian grabbed shovels.
“You realize how traumatizing this is going to be for her if Simon is, in fact, inside that coffin?” Giles whispered from the back of our group.
Killian laughed, while Rune grunted his agreement.
Yeah, I realized it would be a shock to her, which was why she wouldn’t be looking inside when we pried it open. We walked silently, while Giles veered off, heading toward the small office where Gunther, the night groundskeeper, worked. We’d either pay him off, or knock him out. Either way, he’d be handled.
We found Simon’s grave, and with the way Callie slowed, I knew it was already hitting her. He was like a dad to Killian, and even me in different ways, but no one had the same memories with him that Callie did. Dead or alive, this would hit on a thousand different levels for her.
I pulled her aside, away from everyone else, and tugged the fabric around her nose down, doing the same with mine.
“Hey, find a spot a few graves over. You don’t need to watch us do this.”
